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The Gummy Worm
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I don't know whether to laugh or cry, because it all seems so wrong.
I don't know whether to live or die, because life, it seems so long.
But really, what is there left to say?
Who cares about thinking, just live for the day.
Or so they say.
Maybe I'll laugh today, at idiocy or monotony,
Maybe I'll cry today, at the world or the fact that nothing ever seems to come easily.
These long silences get longer as the days go by.
Where it is broken by the sigh that seems so loud,
and yet so quiet.
So it may seem depressing, but this is the fact:
This is our time, it's never coming back.
But the world we live in is ever so impatient,
to grow up,
to give up,
for time to go by,
or sometimes even to die.
And even though those words are spoken,
the world keeps living on, monotony unbroken,
impatience alive.
I'll all be in that category too:
Everyone is so impatient, it's extremely true.
But as we wait for time to pass,
we'll think about the past and wish for it back.
Huh?
(I'm thirteen, go easy on me
)
I don't know whether to live or die, because life, it seems so long.
But really, what is there left to say?
Who cares about thinking, just live for the day.
Or so they say.
Maybe I'll laugh today, at idiocy or monotony,
Maybe I'll cry today, at the world or the fact that nothing ever seems to come easily.
These long silences get longer as the days go by.
Where it is broken by the sigh that seems so loud,
and yet so quiet.
So it may seem depressing, but this is the fact:
This is our time, it's never coming back.
But the world we live in is ever so impatient,
to grow up,
to give up,
for time to go by,
or sometimes even to die.
And even though those words are spoken,
the world keeps living on, monotony unbroken,
impatience alive.
I'll all be in that category too:
Everyone is so impatient, it's extremely true.
But as we wait for time to pass,
we'll think about the past and wish for it back.
Huh?
(I'm thirteen, go easy on me